So I went back to boot camp.
I’m still alive.
A little achy, but not that sore. Not like last week. Last week I needed two days to recover. 🙂
Tomorrow I will probably feel it worse, but I spent some time this morning stretching myself out before I even left the house, and then we did a nice cool-down at the gym as well.
There were significantly less ladies there this time, but a cute little baby of about 6 months joined us this week. He too did some push ups, quite by accident. Then he rolled over and surprised himself which caused some wailing. But a quick distraction with a toy, and a blue mat, and he was back to smiling. 🙂
So…the money is paid and I am going to go. Ten consecutive sessions.
Bring. It. On. 😉
Wanna know how I did with the jump rope?
Last week I only did 10 before I started huffing and puffing.
I also am doing 10 push ups. Up from 2 last week (ugh!), and 5 on the weekend at home. 🙂
And I did three sets of 10. Push ups. So technically, 30 push ups.
HA. Are you proud of me? You should be. I am not a fit person and this is progress!
In terms of the rest of my life? The dryer is broken again. I got two loads done, and then the stupid machine died. We had words with Campbell, the new boyfriend. He got downgraded to friend status, only because he decided to charge us for half (labor only) and not for the part that didn’t do the job it was supposed to. I am back to spending my life hanging laundry in ever nook and cranny of this godforsaken house.
But, there’s a silver lining. Between the boot camp and the laundry hanging, I’m going to be in fantastic shape come summer.
Or by Spring Break, which isn’t that far away… Anyone wanna invite me to a sunny beach in March? You know how to contact me, I’m all over the web.